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Read the poem ‘Mala Strana’ from the collection below:
Having no other gift, I gave you – a morning.
I gave you the burnt-gold leaves along the Vltava,
An icebound street near the Old Town Square.
The little cafe in the Mala Strana
Where we stood,
The song of the hurdy-gurdy on the Karluv Most
I gave you the houses of the Golden Lane,
The shape of the churches on the skyline.
The city, framed in a moment –
As a memory to hang forever in our minds.
And Prague pressed us into its embrace,
Firmly and beautifully,
Before we parted.
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